First Line Fridays or Friday First Liners was begun by “Hoarding Books,” blog, and I first saw it on “Carla Loves to Read.” I could hardly wait to get started.
My first line comes from a book I should have read years ago, Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs. It is hands-down the strangest memoir I have read–ever. The first chapter, “Something Isn’t Right” begins:
“My mother is standing in front of the bathroom mirror smelling polished and ready; like Jean Nate, Dippity Do, and the waxy sweetness of lipstick. Her white, handgun-shaped blowdryer is lying on top of the wicker clothes hamper, ticking as it cools.”
I am on page 80, after beginning it late last night, and I am fascinated by the bizarreness, the oddness, the weirdness of the author’s narration. I definitely will finish this one.

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